Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.